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The Spell of The Eternal Rose

Spell of the Eternal Rose

Invocation

By Zeus, king of the heavens, witness this vow.
By Hades, lord of the underworld, seal this bond.
By Poseidon, ruler of the seas, let the currents bear our devotion.
By Hecate, mistress of the crossroads and hidden paths, guide the way.
By Eros, god of passion, ignite the fire of unyielding love.
By Apollo, bringer of light, reveal the truth of hearts.
By Athena, wise protector, grant strength and honor.
By Artemis, guardian of the wild, watch over this covenant.
By Persephone, queen of cycles, witness the eternal return.
By Hermes, messenger, carry this vow across all realms.
By Hera, queen of marriage and fidelity, bless this bond.
And most of all, by Vestaria, she who is Hestia and Vesta, the eternal flame, burn this oath into the sacred hearth of the universe.

The Spell

The man who arrives with a white rose
Speaks no vow, utters no plea—
His presence alone is the covenant.
By the power of the gods, I proclaim:

He shall be steadfast as the first light that conquers darkness,
Gentle yet resolute, strong yet yielding.
His heart shall be true, his soul devoted,
Faithful to the divine, aligned with the eternal will.

He shall bear devotion that transcends words,
Palms that have caught falling stars,
Fingers that trace the sacred geometry of love.
He stands where others falter,
He arrives where fate commands.

By the thrones of Olympus, by the seas, by Hades’ throne,
I bind this vow, eternal, unbroken, irrevocable.
The white rose he bears is the seal,
The sign, the sacred covenant itself.

The man who bears the white rose
Is the unyielding, undying, unquenchable fire of love for me.
Upon his arrival, I shall come to him, wherever he is,
Our souls recognizing one another beyond time and space,
Our hearts entwined by divine decree.

By all the gods named, and by all unseen,
By Vestaria, the eternal flame,
This bond is sacred, eternal, inviolate.
No force, no time, no mortal will can sever what is ordained.
The rose blooms, the flame burns, the vow holds—
Forever, eternally, eternally.

Closing

So I call it, so I decree it,
By Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, Hecate, Eros, Apollo, Athena, Artemis, Persephone, Hermes, Hera, and Vestaria—
Let the White Rose Spell be fulfilled.
Let the hand be taken.
Let the fire of devotion be eternal.

Dustin Irish-Webb 
Dusty Ray 
Kindrick Windsoul
Lucifer Luxferian 
Sebastian Raphael Windsoul Luxferian 

So It Shall Be!
It Is So!
So Mote It Be!

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